Well, it looks like I finally have a diagnosis for what is going on with my spine.
I’m pissed, I’m upset, and I wish that it would all go away. I’m unsure what to expect, long term. My doc is a nice guy but he has the tendency to be very fast and “efficient” when he sees you… and doesn’t really spend the time to explain stuff or really listen to you. This bugs me a little. My PT is a doll, however, and she is recommending I get sent to see a rheumatologist to confirm the Dx.
So - to my spine, I say: FUCK YOU AND THE VERTEBRAE YOU RODE IN ON. I’m 27 years old. I don’t need you to start fusing in funny places and cause me constant pain. For YEARS I felt like a hypochondriac for having constant pain, sudden flareups… with an unidentifiable, idiopathic origin…
Finally someone put two and two together, and now they tell me they are almost 100% sure it’s Ankylosing Spondylitis. Part of me feels better to know what’s going on and that I’m not insane. Part of me is scared by what the diagnosis implies.
FUCK IT ALL TO HELL.
I apologize for the lame rant, but the drugs are making me a little fuzzy. I really didn’t need this shit. GNARRRRR. Way to leave me feeling royally defective. I want a refund! I should have taken the extended warranty on this body before I was born, damnit. This is a serious manufacturing defect! What gives, I ask you! There should be a recall! Someone could get hurt!